I run into Peter at the supermarket.
It’s so painfully awkward that I almost duck behind the cereal shelf, but his eyes find me before I can hide, and we lock eyes. No escape.
William’s off doing his usual grocery hunt, not here to save me from the uncomfortable conversation I know is about to happen.
I start pushing my cart toward Peter, my brain scrambling to find something to say that doesn’t feel like stepping into a minefield.
“Hey, Ray,” he says first, his voice flat. No humor.
“Hey, Peter. How have you been?”
I smile so hard my face hurts.
“Still recovering from that heartbreak,” he says. It sounds like a joke, but I don’t know whether to laugh or not.
“Um… sorry?” I say, unsure.
“It’s okay.” He eyes me. “I’ll live. Are you looking more beautiful?” Then he glances at my hai
